Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.